1967

Last night
I took a walk into the back of my mind
Through the trash and the warning signs
There was a party full of jokes and clich’s
I couldn’t think of anything to say
And so I slipped into the men’s room there
I saw my hair a way it’s never been before
I took the stairs from my head to my heart
I didn’t know they were so far apart
The heart is like a little chapel somewhere
The pretty lights and the empty chairs
But I’m gonna bring a broom next time
I’ll sweep out all the broken strings I find
She walks me down to my private train
And lays me down in my sleeping car
She keeps my elephant out of the rain
And sees to the care of my vintage cars
She is the blood of my life
Without her I would starve
Who you gonna run to?
Who you gonna hide behind?
Who you gonna turn to
When there’s nobody home but you?